For as long as Sam can remember, he’s had the hots for his best friend’s dad. Sandy blond hair, icy blue eyes, not to mention he’s a paramedic and literally saves lives ... Dean sets Sam’s heart racing. He makes Sam nervous, excited, embarrassed, and a whole host of other emotions Sam struggles to control.
With his best friend away at university, Sam’s run out of excuses to see Dean. He admires from afar until he decides to retake his failed studies. For that he needs Ellie’s textbooks.
To Sam’s surprise, Dean offers his home as a private study room, and Sam can’t resist. Soon they bond over Dean’s favorite show, Gears and Tears, watching every episode together as something unspoken grows between them.
There’s an obvious age gap, but Sam can’t help how he feels. There are thirteen episodes of Gears and Tears, and Sam prays isn’t an unlucky omen. Where will things go between them as the series plays out?
Eight episodes of Gears and Tears went by and then the inevitable happened. Main character, Kyle, and his boss locked lips after a case. Sam lifted his chin and smiled smugly across the room at Dean.
"Okay, you win." Dean mumbled.
The heated kiss turned into full blown sex on the office floor, and Sam's smug smile turned into a gawp.
His face flamed, but he couldn't tear his gaze from the screen. If he turned away, he knew he would look at Dean, and the heat roasting his cheeks would burn south and swamp his stirring cock. Kyle's moans pitched higher, and higher as he climbed to the moment of no return. His boss, his senior, the hot older man, was driving him into the floor, and he was loving it.
The living room filled with the sounds of sex, the heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing, and the suction and slide of lips. Sam cursed himself, and his lust blown body.
The past few weeks he had gotten into a routine. Mondays, and Thursdays, he studied at Dean's house, and on Saturday they watched the TV show together. Each week that past, Sam got more comfortable sitting near Dean. Embarrassment surfaced less, and their conversations were longer, about the patients Dean had seen that week, and the madness of Sam's hectic family.
One sex scene destroyed all the progress Sam made, and he was left a sweltering mess. He curled his fingers into the sofa to anchor himself and counted to ten to stop his heart punching through his chest. He thought of something to say to break the tension, something which would cool the lustful inferno playing out on screen, but there was nothing.
Two men with an age gap were having sex.
The characters had developed feelings for each other, and the sex wasn't just hot, and spare of the moment, but passionate. Lots of eye contact, and clutching hands. Sam swore it was the longest sex scene he had ever seen, and he was forced to watch it in proximity of the man of his fantasies.